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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:56:19 GMT -5
Segment: A gratified spectator (Credit: Torak)
We all take pleasure in our peers’ downfall. It isn’t necessarily a characteristic born from sadism or cruelty. It shouldn’t be considered hedonistic or indulgent. It is merely a feeling of reassurance. Reassurance, that we do not suffer from our imperfections alone. Taking pleasure in your peers’ downfall when you are responsible however is a different matter. It exhibits bitterness and spitefulness and displays an unusually gratuitous display of contempt for the hapless victim. Bitterness, spitefulness and contemptuous are three accurate descriptions of the man of the moment.
Torak appears on screen with a satisfied look in his eyes. His arms are crossed across his abdomen, causing his muscles to expand greatly, contributing to his contented appearance. He chuckles to himself maniacally, enforcing the speculation that his psychological state has gradually deteriorated since his previous tenure in ACW. The laugh continues, increasingly building with insanity the foundations. The volume increases from a light rumble to a thunderous roar. The maniacal chuckling that initiated this paroxysm of chortling now seems like light-hearted giggling in comparison.
At this point it’s safe to assume Torak is enjoying himself. The camera turns to reveal the source of his amusement. It’s a standard television monitor that has presumably conveying the incidents in the ACW arena so far on this eventful night.
Enjoying witnessing the confrontations and altercations of the various ACW stars. Watching the chain reaction of hate channel its way through the roster with obvious glee like a young child at the conclusion of a game of Mouse Trap. It’s debatable whether Torak set out to send this wave surging through the ranks of ACW. Inadvertent or not, Torak is taking all credit for it, and is taking obvious pride in his work.
The scene eventually fades out as Torak continues to laugh.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:57:03 GMT -5
Match 4: Tables Match Code Red vs. Affirmative Action
Anticipation is high as the scene returns to the arena for Match 4. Folded tables have been stacked at either side of the ring, and the crowd is looking forward to some nice straightforward violence, as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: This next match is a tag tables match… the winner will be the first team who manages to put one or both of their opponents through a table. Introducing first, from Columbus, Ohio and Manchester, UK… representing the Untouchables, RedsOnlyFan and Tornado, known collectively as Code Red!
”Bring Da Ruckus” hits, and Tornado and Red come out side by side. Tornado is clearly not in a sweet mood due to what’s just occurred backstage, and even Red gives him more space than usual; the pair enter the ring, and ignore the booing and catcalls as they wait for their opponents.
There is a slightly longer pause than normal, and then “New York” by Ja Rule hits, triggering a wave of cheers.
Philip: And their opponents, from New York City… Victor “Latino” Laureano and BK London, known collectively as Affirmative Action!
Everyone is relieved to see that BK and Latino have managed to make it to this match together and in clean, suitable ringwear. Latino seems to find the noise from all the fans a bit hard on his ears, but shakes this off and enters the ring with BK. The four men stare, and Tornado in particular is itching to do some damage to someone, so it’s not surprising when he steps forward at once. BK takes a look at Latino and decides he’ll start this one, so the other two men go to the apron, and the referee immediately calls for the bell.
Bell rings.
Even as Tornado and BK move in and start to hit one another, on the outside Latino and Red are already retrieving tables. Red sets one up next to the ring; Latino leaves his folded, but leans it against the post ready for grabbing should an opportunity arise. BK whips Tornado to the ropes, and goes for a swift knockdown as he returns, but Tornado speeds up and, despite his comparative lack of size, manages to bring BK down to earth. He uses mounting punches while BK is on the mat, and then jumps up again; BK stands up quickly and pursues Tornado across the ring, in the direction of the set table. As he reaches the ropes, Tornado hops over them and then springboards into a Hurricanrana, trying to send BK right over the ropes and through the table; BK grasps the top rope and manages to hold himself so that he ends up standing on the table. Red reacts at once and gets up on the apron, trying to keep BK in place – the referee is not happy with this, but BK proves capable of looking after himself by armdragging Red and throwing him on to the outside mats. The crowd yells as BK performs a simple but effective splash off of the table on to Red; Latino hurries around the ring as Tornado slides to the outside and attacks BK, clubbing him repeatedly over the back as he tries to get up.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:57:35 GMT -5
The referee shouts and tries to get the match back under control as the four men brawl; Latino grabs a dazed Red and tries to slam him through the table, but lacks the strength on his own to do so. BK, meanwhile, attempts to ram Tornado against the steel ring post on the outside, but Tornado reverses it, and then hits Latino with his Eye of the Storm (Pele Kick). With three of the four men in the match down, the crowd boos as Tornado bundles BK back into the ring, and then goes to fetch a fresh table; he slides this in and re-enters himself, but as he moves to set the table up, BK kips up and assaults Tornado with a blaze of kicks to the gut. He powerslams Tornado on to the flat table, which stays in one piece, but this triggers a wave of pain in his arm from the hit against the steel, and he moves back to his own corner to tag in Latino. Latino raises his arm and enters the ring; Tornado is back on his feet and the pair fight, swapping strong punches, but Latino seems just a fraction slower than normal, and Tornado gets in a glancing blow to the temple, following it with his Standing corkscrew moonsault. As Latino reels on the mat, Tornado sets up his table; behind him, the noise of the fans rouses Latino, and he gets up, staggers over to Tornado and then hits a suplex. The fans roar – but Latino is still suffering the lingering effects of the spiked drink and misses the table by inches. Both he and Tornado lie on the mat, and Red shouts for the tag; Tornado crawls over, and there is booing as the switch is made.
Red dashes into the ring, and makes a play for victory right off the bat, lifting up Latino and trying to drop him on to the standing table. Latino though thrashes, and Red has to drop him; Latino gets back up, and starts to shake his shoulders a little as he delivers a series of very quick jabs to Red. The fans cheer, and Latino follows up with a stalling suplex of his own; with Red subdued, he puts him on the table and then gets up on the corner post, signaling for last night’s hangover. The crowd goes wild, but as Latino leaps, Tornado shouts and Red rolls away – the fans scream, as it looks like Latino is about to put himself through the table and automatically lose the match. But salvation comes in the form of BK, who grabs the legs of the table from the outside and pulls it away at the last second; Latino lands hard, but misses the table, and the match is still on. Tornado can’t believe it, and as Red comes close to the corner, he tags himself in; Red is surprised and annoyed, and Tornado rushes in, grabbing Latino’s foot as he crawls toward his corner. The crowd is on its feet, BK stamps the apron – and somehow Latino reaches him. Tornado has no time to avoid BK as he leaps over the ropes and uses his Yakuza Kick from Hell for a nostalgic pop; Tornado stumbles back, and BK whips him as hard as he can toward the corner… where Latino just manages to get the folded table in place. Tornado crashes through it, breaking it in half, and the referee is about to call for the bell – but Latino is up on the top, points skyward, and BK places Tornado on the standing table so that Latino can complete the frog splash. The fans are ecstatic, and the noise is incredible as the bell rings.
Philip: Here are your winners, Latino and BK, Affirmative Action!
The crowd cheers as “New York” plays again; Latino still looks a little worse for wear, but in the end he and BK were able to secure the victory. BK gives Latino the briefest of glances to see if he’s ok as he gets up out of the wreckage; they salute the crowd, and then head to the back, pausing on the way to greet a few lucky fans.
In the ring, Red tries to check on Tornado from a distance, and he’s right to be cautious. The Mancunian is absolutely livid, and rolls out of the ring with a furious look on his face. Someone in the back is going to pay… whether they’re guilty of anything or not…
Fade out to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:58:14 GMT -5
I guess anger just has that effect on me Domino Effect VI
I stormed down the ACW corridors; the mediocrity of my career of late washing over me, elevating my rage into new, dizzying heights. I had to unleash my fury somehow. I came to a vending machine, snatching a nearby crowbar, and proceeded to smash it apart with reckless abandon. I could feel people nearby but they soon departed, seeing the state I was in and fearing for their own safety. It made me feel a little better but I could still not get my head straight; I left behind me a twisted mangle of metal and chocolate, I always said people needed to eat less of that shit anyway.
Still blighted by my rage, pounding inside my brain like a throbbing migraine, I prowled the corridors once more, but this time I had a new adversary…the crowbar. I disturbed numerous people, smashing a multitude of doors and windows, but I couldn’t have cared less; the destruction made me feel good and spurred me on to destroy more.
The corridors had become my asylum; I was a madman trapped, unable to free myself from this downward spiral. Only now I was the one in control, I had the metal clenched in my fist and damn anyone who crossed my path. People dived out of my way left, right and centre; worthless scum saving themselves but damning everyone else to my wrath. More windows were smashed, bringing high pitched screams echoing into the corridors; I yelled out for them to stop and instantly it was so, no-one was going to mess with me now. Suddenly my power base shattered as I fell backwards, I looked up and saw the man known as Senator.
Was it accidental or had he taken me down? I didn’t care, I took a swipe regardless. The metal literally millimeters away from bone-crunching contact with his skull, shame I missed. He soon got out of my way but I’m not one to let things lie, he had to pay for leaving me flat out; the tunnel vision had set in. I made my way directly to his office and found his lackey, that worm Fitsharris, moving boxes around like the dutiful servant he is. I blind-sided him, using my fists as he needed only to be out for a short length of time. I scoured the office and eventually found what I was looking for…chains; why they were there? Who knows?
I tied him up; when I was done he was like a fly trapped in a spider’s web. I fashioned a gag by ripping my t-shirt up. It was risky, but I left him there; no-one would have been able to help him anyway, so I made my way to the parking lot. On the way more objects fell by the wayside but I didn’t pause for too long, my plan driving me forward, in a machine-like state. I retrieved a can of gasoline, liquid straight from the fiery depths of hell, and made my way back to where I’d left him dangling.
When I reached him he was sobbing, the gasoline was redundant; he was frightened enough as it was. I gave him a few stiff kicks to the midriff and he cried out in pain but his calls were silenced as I produced my trusty blade; the fear in his eyes gave me such a rush, like no other I’ve experienced before. I removed the gag, holding the 7 inch blade little more than a centimeter away from his scrawny throat and forced him to tell me where Senator kept his most important papers; he was squealing like a pig in less than a minute. Another blow to his temple put him back into another deep sleep as I retrieved what I desired.
All in one box, nice and convenient. I dragged the load, covered in numerous ‘Confidential’ stamps, into the centre of Senator’s office and heaped copious amounts of the gasoline over it; now all I needed to do was sit back and wait. I didn’t have to wait for very long before he returned; the look of shock on his face will stay with me forever, just like the fear in Fitsharris’ eyes. He pleaded as I produced a Zippo and flicked the lid. As the flame sprung up adrenaline coursed through my veins and I launched it through the air; savoring the moment it made contact with the gasoline-sodden papers. Senator let out a cry of rage but I didn’t need to see the aftermath; my work here was done. I made a quick exit; fully aware that I had a sadistic grin plastered on my face.
I guess anger just has that effect on me…
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:58:45 GMT -5
Segment: Don't worry, it's only a death threat.(Credit: ??)
Your time is up. Soon.[/b]
Ms. Aurelia: Hardly anything to worry about, dear.
As a matter of fact, she was wrong. Dead wrong. A landmark moment for Ms. Aurelia. Ginger stares at the surprisingly nonchalant Public Relations Officer in utter disbelief.
Ginger: B-b-but it says, right here, on my very desk! My time is up, soon! Written in ink the forensics have identified as chicken's blood!
Ms. Aurelia: Ginger, you work in an environment populated with amoral individuals, scantily clad whores, borderline insane freaks, and even the mentally challenged.
Ginger: Your point?!
Her tone is that of a patient adult attempting to explain to a toddler that one plus one equals two.
Ms. Aurelia: My point, Mr. Ginger, is that obscene words and messages are all over the place. Just now I reprimanded Felix Santana Junior for writing an inappropriate message in the locker room. I know for a fact Mr. Ash received a threatening message his first day on the job, and nothing unfortunate has happened since--unless you count his sad discrepancy over a can of tuna with ACW's cafeteria lady. In any case, there's no reason to be so alarmed. After all, it's only a death threat.
Ginger chokes, turning red in the face, sputtering out the next words.
Ginger: Only a death threat? I was in the bathroom while the intruder left the message, and while washing up I didn't hear a thing! This has to be a professional. Ninja-like, I bet. You're playing exactly into his hands by taking this so nonchalantly, Aurelia!
Ms. Aurelia: You are raving. If this truly was a professional, he would have decapitated you on the john. However, busy though Triple A is, we will find time to investigate this message further, to quench your need for drama. We wouldn't want our dear chairman suffering a nervous breakdown, now would we? Poor Ms. Daisy already suffered a minor concussion after fainting last week. My oh my, what are we going to do?
Ginger sinks down into his chair, and tries to formulate an articulate thought.
Ginger: But Ms. Aurelia--!
Ms. Aurelia: No buts, dear. Or I would hate to have Mr. Ash penalize you for acting in a very un-efficient manner. Good day to you.
With that, Aurelia glides off camera with freakish grace for a woman so large. Ginger stares blankly into the wall--and, if possible--looks more nervous than ever before.
Your time is up. Soon.[/b]
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 16:59:46 GMT -5
Console Wars Domino Effect VII
Soon after Tornado exits the Senator’s office, the camera is focused on Phillips as he heads out of the Senatorial office and goes down one of the many corridors in the ACW Arena complex with Kevin Fitsharris in tow.
The Senator: …and the nerve of that, that, ruffian, Tornado to have blatantly taken and destroyed those documents! I can hardly control myself right now! What am I supposed to do, I have a match coming up right here, and I NEED to get those papers filled out…
Kevin Fitsharris: Hey, bossman, you told me to look out for any of them…
Senator: Ah, yes, well, this will help…
Jonny Spade and Damien are seen walking down the opposite side of the hallway, and are blocked by the Senator.
Spade: Hey, if you could, um, get out of my way, I’d appreciate it!
Senator: Not so fast, I have a beef with you…well, with a fellow Untouchable member.
Spade: Oh great, what happened?
Senator: Let us just say this, if I catch any one of you degenerate malcontents anywhere in the general vicinity of my office again, I shall personally see to it that all of you will have quite the interesting time around here! Oh, and one more thing, about that Nintendo Revolution…the Revolution is the most ridiculous concept of a so-called console that I have ever seen in my life…remote controls and motion sensors, my arse…every real man knows that the PS3 will blow it out of the water, and even the 360 is better! If you ask me, it is time for Nintendo to go the Sega route, and merrily make games, and leave the consoles to the big guys, and that, my friends, is nothing…
Fitsharris: But the…
Senator: Shut it…nothing but the truth!
The Senator strides on to the ring, humming the tune to “So you want a Revolution?” Jonny, for his part, is left simmering at the insult to his beloved game company and while such words might seem to be nothing for most people, Spade’s not your average gamer…
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 17:00:20 GMT -5
Segment: Feeling Left Out (Credit: Torak)
Being left out is a horrible feeling. Whether you are rejected, ostracized from activities for selfish reasons or not being able to participate for other reasons it is an unquenchable feeling, usually it is boredom that encompasses you. The yearning you get to join in can not be satisfied merely by being a spectator. It’s a young child being disciplined, grounded and restricted from leaving the house, standing at the window watching out as the other kids frolic. They toss a ball around playfully, throwing it between them lightheartedly and unselfishly. You wish you could throw that ball. You wish you could catch that ball. You wish you were the ball…
Torak raises to his feet and surges towards the television. He grips it on both sides with his large masculine hands. He plucks it up off the desk it was resting on and yanks it hard toward himself to disconnect the lead from the socket. He turns around and promptly tosses the television. It is not the ball. It does not bounce. Torak stops and breathes heavily, releasing an agitated growl every time he exhales. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts before starting toward the door. He extends his arm, seizing the brass knob tightly in his hand, twisting it clockwise before tugging the door open toward him. He rushes onwards through the threshold and into the corridor. He surges on down the narrow hallway, powerful and unstoppable…like a bowling ball heading towards a set-up of dominos.
Fade to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 17:01:35 GMT -5
Match 5: Senator vs.??
The next match remains something of a mystery… but any contest featuring the Senator will always be worth watching, and the fans hurry to their seats as they see Philip entering the ring.
Philip: This is a singles match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from Washington DC, he is the founder of the Senatorial Stable… Senator Steve Philips!
”Hail to the Chief” brings out the crowd in a rash of boos, though the technical purists (yes, even ACW has a few fans in that category) understandably cheer for all they’re worth. The Senator comes out beneath his customary ticker tape, and then walks to the ring; he is outwardly calm, but the night’s events have taken a toll on him as they have all those involved. He steps through the ropes, and stands still.
There is a pause… and then the jolting machine-like opening to “Nobody’s Real” kicks in, sending the crowd off into a real frenzy of booing.
Philip: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California… Torak!
The crowd shrinks back a little as Torak passes; he approaches the ring, and all who set eyes on him are intimidated by his immense size and power. All, that is, except for Steve Philips; after his experiences so far tonight, he wouldn’t bat an eyelid if ACW confronted him with the combined horrors of Osama Bin Laden, Newt Gingritch and the Olsen Twins. He simply adjusts the ties on his boots, gives Torak a good 5 seconds of eye contact, and then waits for the bell. The referee obliges, and the match begins.
Bell Rings.
There is already a sense of high expectation among the fans as the Senator and Torak regard one another for a moment. The Senator could never be accused of underestimating an opponent, but he’s still in quite a bad mood from events earlier, and he shows no reticence to engage with his sizeable foe. Torak squares up to him, and the crowd cheers as the Senator starts things off with a series of his knife-edge chops; the Senator is not strong enough to knock Torak over by this means alone, but Torak definitely feels each impact and surprisingly almost seems pleased to be up against a powerful opponent. The Senator lands five or six blows before Torak blocks, and then uses a rough throat toss, demonstrating his exceptional strength; The Senator rolls on landing to protect himself and is back up on his feet quickly, so that he is able to move back in on his foe. Torak hasn’t anticipated such a quick recovery, and the Senator capitalizes with a quick forearm to the face so that he can use his Dragon Screw to attack Torak’s leg. Torak’s eyes flicker with what might be the first flush of pain, and the Senator repeats the Dragon Screw and this time transitions it directly into the Tax Cut. The crowd yells enthusiastically as Senator builds the pressure on Torak’s legs; Torak smolders with anger, and after about 15 seconds, bursts free of the hold with an explosion of pure power and rage. If his mobility has been compromised, his surge of fury and adrenaline temporarily blocks this out and he grabs the Senator with frightening speed, using a simple but incredibly strong chokeslam to firmly place the ball back in his court. The Senator gets back up as quickly as he can, determined not to show weakness, so Torak makes use of one of his signature techniques, making the crowd cry out as he delivers the Diverse Morality II (Sitout implant DDT). A pin follows, and Torak just about gets a 2 count before the Senator kicks out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 17:02:11 GMT -5
Once again, Torak seems to be pleased that the Senator is so far coping with his attacks; after all, that means he can try out some really vicious ideas to increase the “fun” factor. The Senator is still very quick for a man of his size and age, so Torak’s got his work cut out for him; he opts to use a side slam followed with a belly-to-belly suplex to wear his foe down further. In the crowd, some of the fans start calling for the Senator, urging him to turn things around; Torak ignores them, and then further shocks the assembled masses with his Slipstream (Pumphandle Michinoku Driver). A second pin attempt follows, this time generating a solid 2 count. But with the Senator, complacency is never an option, and as Torak rises, the Senator gets back up and uses a spinning elbow to take his foe off balance. Moving swiftly behind him, the Senator takes a deep breath, and the crowd becomes entranced as he delivers a low angle pickup german suplex, no mean feat on a man almost 7 feet in height. But that’s not the limit of the Senator’s ambitions; he moves directly into a sheer drop backdrop suplex, straining every sinew in order to shift Torak’s bulk, but carrying it off with incredibly impressive style. The fans yell out, urging the Senator to go “all the way” and that’s precisely what he intends to do; Torak resists the liberalizer, and is almost too big for Senator to apply the Full Nelson correctly, but his will wins out, and the reaction of the crowd is thunderous as the Senatorial series is completed. The Senator pins, 1….2….th- Torak kicks, almost sending the Senator aloft, and the crowd is shocked as the green machine slowly gets up and stares at his opponent, who has done the same.
There can be no doubt that the Senator has had to invest a great deal of energy into the Senatorial series, and he knows in that moment that he cannot now win this match via impact moves. However, this is not incompatible with his overall gameplan; Torak has visibly slowed, and the Senatorial Series has had a strong effect on his own stamina. He is able to avoid the first Dragon Screw attempt, but not the second, and this lets the Senator get him on to the mat again; he stamps on Torak’s calves a couple of times, and then starts to set up the Victory Lock III (Crossarm Cross STF). But there is a problem; the hold is intended to restrain all an opponent’s limbs, and with his size Torak is hard to contain; the Senator strives to get the hold fully locked, but his inexperience of using it on such a large man is costly, and with a great effort Torak is able to break free before the move is complete. With aching legs, Torak fights back to his feet and delivers a crushing kick to the Senator’s ribs; the Senator is taken off balance, and Torak moves around and uses his Judas’ Cradle (Pumphandle German Suplex) to powerful effect. With a confident glare, Torak pins, 1…2… - The Senator kicks, the crowd applauds, and now Torak looks genuinely annoyed. The fun’s over and Torak’s response is swift; he gets back up and lifts the Senator for the Medievil Driver ’05 (Blue Thunder Driver), jumping so as to be sure the effect is devastating. Even the Senator can’t take two such moves in succession, and this time Torak is able to make the pin and achieve the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner… Torak!
”Nobody’s Real” hits again as Torak stands up. The Senator, though defeated on this occasion, is by no means crushed like so many of Torak’s opponents, and he stands up straight as Torak climbs out of the ring. Torak looks grimly pleased with the result, but he’s not planning to hang around; the stone he threw is rapidly turning into an entire rockslide, whose proportions even Torak himself probably would not guess. He heads to the back to continue watching events unfold, as the picture fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 17:03:06 GMT -5
Letting the truth slip out Domino Effect VIII
The scene opens with Jonny and Damien walking down the hall. It is blatantly obvious that Jonny is still furious about the mean words Senator has used towards the Nintendo Revolution.
Jonny: Grr… I can't believe that someone like him would say such a thing about Nintendo. I mean its practically the longest running company that’s still in the gaming division…
Damien: Uh, Jonny you need to cal--
Jonny: Pfft. The PS3? That’s bullshit, and everyone knows it. I bet its just that he’s just jealous that I have one and he doesn’t….
Damien quickly walks infront of Jonny (who is still rambling about who knows what) and opens the door to the Untouchables locker room. Tidus is there and runs to the door happy as usual, although this time the dog has his food bowl in front of him and uses his nose to push the bowl closer to Damien to acknowledge that he wants to eat something.
Damien: Hey Boy, how’s it going?
Tidus barks and nudges his bowl again.
Damien: Hey Jon, could you fill up Tidus’ bowl I need to take a leak.
Jonny: …and it pisses me off--Damn-it…
Jonny looks at Tidus.
Jonny: You’re hungry again? You just ate like what? An hour ago?....
Tidus gives a confused look at Jonny and nudges at his bowl again.
Jonny: NO I WILL NOT FILL UP YOUR BOWL! You need to lose some weight, Don't give that confused slash constipated look.
A flush sound is heard and Damien comes into the room zipping up his zipper and starts yelling at Jonny.
Damien: Damn it Jonny he’s a dog! Of course he wouldn’t understand what your saying.
Damien and Jonny both start arguing about the fact that Tidus can't understand what either of them are saying, and Tidus takes a hint that he won't be getting his food so he starts to growl and show his teeth. He then turns around and jets out of the room.
Damien: OH GREAT! Look what you did now.
Jonny turns to the door and then plops onto the couch.
Jonny: Good, he can start running and lose his weight.
Now at this time usually the segment “fade out” but now the camera shot changes to Tidus running through the complex and confusing hallways looking for food to eat. Luckily, (and coincidentally) there happens to be a chicken leg on top of a table on a platter. Tidus, admires it and licks his teeth, he then jumps on to a few crates to get on top of the table where the chicken leg is. Just as he is about to grab it another four legged animal approaches and lets out a soft purr.
Tidus looks at the other animal and so does the camera. It is none other than Richard Parker. They both have a stare down with each other for quite sometime until someone yells…
??: HEY, THAT’s MY CHICKEN LEG!
Tidus looks back to try to figure out where it came from, but Richard can take no chances with this great find and bites down onto the chicken leg and runs off. Once Tidus looks back and sees that Parker has the chicken he jets after him.
The chase gets to be intense when as Tidus is chasing Richard Parker, A glass company is moving a sheet of glass and Richard Parker being the thinner/shorter one of the two is able to squeak under the crack that the sheet of glass (between the floor and the glass). And since Tidus is getting to be on the chunky side, he quickly notices that he wouldn’t fit in between that same space and decides to hop onto a near by table and chase Richard Parker up there until the table ends. At that point he decides to take a chance and jumps really far and barely misses landing on Richard… who by now is getting fed up with the whole affair. He drops the chicken leg, but Tidus is intent on taking out his frustrations, and the pair continue to race away through the building as the scene fades out.
Cut to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 17:04:03 GMT -5
Bad cats, bad luck and bad attitude Domino Effect IX
Fade back in.
The always-lively ACW corridors are even more lively than normal this evening; crew getting on with their jobs are almost bowled over by a streak of sable being hotly pursued by a snarling, angry canine. Richard Parker’s been in his fair share of chases, but even he’s being tested as he races to keep ahead of his pursuer; the pair come charging out of the back door and into the parking lot, which as you might expect is pretty quiet during most of the show.
Parker jinks left, right, and shoots under the first car he sees, sinking down against the asphalt and blending with its dark hue. Tidus, who is now both angry and tired, sniffs around a little, growls, and then decides it’s too cold outside for him to bother with this any further. He pads back inside before one of the crew closes the door, eying said crew member with a look that suggests petting him would not be a good idea at this point.
The rise and fall of Richard Parker’s chest can just about be seen as he crouches, waiting to be sure that his pursuer has gone; his eyes flicker with feline petulance, for his immaculately groomed fur is now coated with dust and dirt from the ground. Silently he crawls out from under the vehicle, shakes himself down a little and checks his bearings-
The bucketful of icy water is thrown by the valet absent-mindedly; he does not see the black cat against the black of Ginger’s limousine. Richard Parker yowls like a banshee and belts away across the parking lot, startling the valet as he goes; he dashes into the shadows and stands, absolutely soaked and filthy and shuddering with cold. Parker dislikes baths and water at the best of times, so his mood now can be summarized to be as stinking as his matted fur.
Getting inside and getting warm is now Richard Parker’s priority, and he runs along the outside of the building until he finds the entrance he’s looking for. It’s a ventilation shaft cover that is hanging half-off, and this lets Parker slip inside. He hops up the small incline and crawls along inside it until he emerges just outside of the Janitor’s closet, where a second grate is also loose.
Parker passes one or two members of staff as he navigates the corridors; they give various exclamations as they sniff his damp and dirty fur. Finally, he arrives at AK and RDK’s locker room, pushes the door ajar, and slips inside.
He spies what he’s looking for immediately; AK’s white coat is soft and inviting, and he rolls around on it, drying himself as well as he can. The end result is like one of those commercials for soap powder, unfortunately AK’s coat is dry-clean only, and it’s going to take some kind of miracle to get all the stains out of it…
Needless to say, when AK enters the room and sees what Parker has been up to, she is less than delighted with the outcome.
AK:…..what the HECK? RICHARD KENNEDY PARKER, what the HELL have you done?!
She dashes over and tries to turf her errant pet off of his chosen resting place. Parker, though, is in no mood to co-operate; he hisses, and then claws AK across her forearm, leaving bloody red streaks.
AK: AAAUUGH! Sod it, get out of here you mangy moggy! Go on, GET!
AK grabs one of RDK’s boots and throws it at Parker, who jumps aside and bolts out of the room. AK is fuming, and now sees that on top of everything else, she’s bled on to her already sullied coat. In fact, the wound seems quite deep.
AK: Oh, bollocks, I suppose I’ll have to get the medics to patch this one up…
With a black expression on her face, AK angrily throws her ruined coat into her kit bag, and stomps out of the room, heading for the medics’ station…
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 17:07:17 GMT -5
Segment: A few questions... (Credit: Jearus, Kudo, Bre Double T)
The camera opens backstage to reveal Kudo leaving the Armada locker room, appearing to be heated in contempt yet having a facial smirk of approval over his actions moments ago. The Armada flag is hooked onto the wall in its usual place in the room, with minimal creases, clearly showing the big ARMADA name. The camera crew decides to attempt to pursue Mr. K.O. himself for some answers that will surely get them an in with the boss.
Cameraman Leo: Kudo! Wait, we have a few questions for you! Kudo!
The first man runs towards him for some time but ends up losing Kudo. The second cameraman is now in front of the open-doored locker room and calls his partner back. Loud sounds and crashes are heard coming from right behind them.
Cameraman Frank: Leo! Get back here, take a look at this...
Leo moves to where Frank is and the scene is the Armada locker room in shambles with clothing, suitcases, and everything else present in the room strewn across to places and in a condition that they weren't at in the beginning of the night. Upon further investigation, Bre Double T is now revealed standing in silence, staring a hole through the Armada flag.
Bre: You're right, I get kicked out of the group and it all falls apart. You have to have Bre Double T to be successful. They can not survive wothout me. You Too! Still more to do......... This oughtta piss him off.
In a furious rage, Bre Double T stands on the table adjacent to the flag, unsheathes his pocket knife, and shears the stable's emblem in a dozen swipes with his knife. The once clear lettering of "ARMADA" have been cut and mutilated to the point of illegibility. Bre takes a look at the flagpole that once held the flag in the room. It is the only item still standing in its rightful position after the fit of rage. Bre takes down the flagpole and smashes a nearby lamp shade, creating a loud breaking sound as he then proceeds to run out of the Armada locker room, heading in the opposite direction of Kudo. The crowd can be heard cheering from the arena as Bre screams "The Armada is DEAD!" like a madman down the hall.
Cameraman Leo: Holy shit, enough on that, we've gotta get Kudo on film.
The pair proceed their chase on the exiting Kudo; out from the side of the backstage facility enters a limping, slowly, barely moving Jearus being assisted by a confused FSX.
Jearus: KUDO! Yasuda, get your ass back here; back in the ring, what the shit was that all about?!?!
Kudo continues his stride without even stopping or looking back. A few steps later, he gets to his limo, opens the door, and prepares to enter.
Jearus: Kudo! Come on man, answer me!
FSX: Jearus, stand down, I'll find out what's up.... Kudo, wait up!
FSX dashes to the limo and places his hand in front of the door, preventing Kudo from closing it. Fallen begins to start speaking but is then pushed back by Kudo, who then closes the door and drives off.
A disappointed Jearus turns to leave. At that moment, a loud scream is heard - Bre comes back and smashes Jearus in the back with the flag pole. FSX rushes back and leans down to check on Jearus and the entire situation. The loud clanging sound of the flag pole dropping to the ground echoes throughout the parking lot area of the ACW arena as Bre skips and starts chanting "The Armada is DEAD!" clapping his hands above his head. FSX gently grazes his hand over the dented section of the flag pole as he picks up his head...
FSX: ...what war are we fighting now...?
Camera fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 17:08:07 GMT -5
Your name is mud Domino Effect X
The show is heading toward its climax, but things are still heated in the back. Crew members, who by now are aware that something odd is going on, give AK a wide berth as she stalks down the hallways. As she nears the room where the medics and EMTs have their equipment stored, the lithe figure of Jake Cheng overtakes her. He tries to get into the room first, but AK isn’t in any mood to be gracious, and she grabs him by the shoulder, and turns him around.
AK: Hold it, Cheng, I was about to go in there.
Jake: And I should care why?
AK: I’m bleeding, you selfish twat! That takes priority over whatever you’re doing.
Jake takes a glance at AK’s wound and smirks.
Jake: Heh, I’ve heard of a “rough pussy”, but that’s ridiculous. You can’t even control your flea-bitten cat now? No wonder Jonny and I beat you and RDK.
AK’s expression is venomous; she prods Jake sharply in the sternum.
AK: And where are the titles you won from us, eh? That’s right, GONE. You needed that moron Dan White to beat me, and without someone to cheat on your behalf, you fell on your arse.
Jake: My arse? Stupid British slang, why can’t you just say ass? No matter, I still beat you, and last time I checked, I was in possession of a title that you’ve never managed to win, despite your supposed “reputation”.
AK: “Your” title? Don’t make me laugh. You lost that as well, and BK only gave it back to you because he experienced a rare twinge of pity. The next time someone credible challenges you, you’ll lose it again.
Jake is clearly getting pissed, but AK’s too angry herself to really care.
AK: Face it, Jake, you’re the weakest link in the weakest stable in this fed, at the moment I doubt you could beat anyone here at anything without someone to hold your hand. Now out of my way…
She shoves past Jake, barging into the room and startling those inside. Jake seems to have forgotten why he came in the first place; he walks off down the corridor, muttering to himself.
Jake: Weak? WEAK? Not me, no way. I’ll show them, they’ll see...
The camera tracks him until he rounds the corner, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 17:09:28 GMT -5
The Contest Domino Effect XI
The umpteenth battle in a never-ending war. Last week it was in the ACW’s ring, now it is backstage, in the ACW’s cafeteria. Well, it is a room with tables and vending machines; Ginger is too cheap to hire cooks. In the middle table, the two rivals sit, staring each other down, with a crowd of wrestlers and staff looking on. This contest is different then the usual contest. Usually it is just bickering and burning, but today it’s personal. Jake Cheng stares into the eyes of one of the men that beat him Monday. I could have another paragraph talking about Jake’s emotions, but I think I can sum it up in a couple of words. He’s pissed.
Santiago Rivera sits, leaning back, looking very relaxed and cocky across from Jake. Kevin Anderson walks to one of the edges of the table and places his coffee mug on one the edge in between the two.
Kevin: Ok, you guys, you ready?
Santiago: Yeah. Cheng, you ready to lose to me twice in one week.
Jake*whispering*: I’ll show her...
Santiago: What was that?
Jake: I said let’s do this.
Jake puts his elbow on the table and opens his hand up, Santiago copies him and the men clasp hands. Jake Cheng challenge Santiago to an arm wrestling match.
Kevin: All right, if I see any cheating, we restart and start from the beginning. We’ll start with the right arm and if no one wins within say....5 minutes, then we’ll go to the left. Got it?
Santiago and Jake: Yup.
Kevin: Alright. Ready....set.............WRESTLE!
Both men tighten up, trying to get an early advantage. They are evenly matched, surprisingly because Santiago weights much more than Jake does. But about a minute and a half later, Santiago takes advantage. He gets halfway to winning, and then Kevin's A.D.D. kicks in.
Kevin: Looks like my shoe is untied.
Kevin knees down to tie his shoe, Jake seizes his opportunity. He grabs Kevin's coffee mug and spills the hot coffee onto Santiago’s lap. He lets out a short yell that is drowned out by the thunk made when Jake slams Santiago’s hand down onto the table. Jake jumps out of his seat.
Jake: Yeah baby, take that.
Kevin raises his hand in victory, obviously too caught up with his shoe to see Jake’s cheat.
Santiago: Kevin, didn’t you see that? He threw your coffee on me.
Kevin looks at Jake, who is still holding his empty coffee mug. Jake looks back and forth between the two. Jake gives Kevin a quick shove and smashes the mug over Santiago’s head before sprinting through the crowd off people, out of cafeteria. Kevin yells at the cameraman to get help, but since the cameraman society doesn’t like him, they just tell him they can’t interfere. Kevin gets pissed and the cameraman leaves.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 16, 2006 17:11:39 GMT -5
Agree to Disagree Domino Effect XII
We come back and find ourselves backstage of the ACW arena. We find the Capitalists watching TV, and Hunter lacing up his boots when the door busts open as an irate Santiago busts walks into the room and everyone looks over at him. Santiago throws the Tag and International titles down onto a chair. He rips his suit off and button go flying across the room.
Hunter: Whoa…I thought that was a new suit.
Santiago: It was.
Hunter: Then why the hell did you just rip it? You ruined it.
Santiago: It was already ruined. Dumbass Jake challenged me to an arm wrestling contest, and then right when he was about to lose he spilled hot coffee all over me! Now it’s fucking ruined.
Santiago throws the jackets and it lands resting on top of the garbage. Capitalists and Hunter go back to what they were doing.
Hunter: Santi, can you hand me that?
Santiago: Why? You’re right next to it, I’m over here.
Hunter: Cause I’m doing something.
Santiago: Well stop what you’re doing and get it yourself.
Hunter rolls his eyes, and then proceeds to grab whatever the hell Santiago wrote that I was trying to grab (kayfabe = broken).
Hunter: Yeah, so what’s up with you and your “mentor?”
Santiago: Nothing, he’s teaching me stuff.
Hunter: And?
Santiago: And that’s it. Good enough for you?
Hunter: I’m just wondering. So, what has he taught you?
Santiago: Holy shit, what is this a game of twenty questions?
Hunter: I’m just simply asking a question! Jeez, what’s wrong with you?
Santiago: You are!
Hunter: Look, I don’t like the way you’re acting right now so cut it out.
Santiago: Cut it out? I’m pissed Hunter. I just got a $1000 suit ruined by a little fucking Chinese guy who’s too much of a pussy to lose a fucking arm wrestling contest. So don’t “cut it out” me Hunter, I’m just NOT in the mood tonight.
Hunter stops lacing his boot and stands up straight for a moment.
Hunter: You know what? You don’t have to be an ass to me right now. I run things around here so if I were you I’d fucking clean up your act because you’re starting to piss me off now.
Santiago: Oh, am I getting little Hunter mad? Are you gonna cry? Cause you’re the “big man” around here.
Kalb then shuts the TV off as he and Kevin turn towards what’s going on.
Santiago: You’re talking all tough, but what are you going to do, kick me out of the stable?
Hunter: That’s a possibility.
Santiago: Well good, go on ahead because you know what, I don’t need this fucking group. RDK was right...all you do is boss me around with orders and hold me down.
Hunter: I hold you down? Damn it, I got you that tag title right there, and honestly you don’t even have enough skill for me to even be holding you down! And what could I possibly be holding you down from?
Santiago: You’re holding me down from reaching my greatest potential. You teach me nothing, that’s why I go to RDK.
Hunter: Well go to him then since I’m just so bad. Oh by the way, if RDK’s better than me, then why the hell do I have the title?
Santiago extends back and nails Hunter across the face with a right hook. He goes down hard as both Capitalists jump to their feet.
Santiago: Fuck you Hunter!
Santiago grabs both of his titles and flings the door open. It bounces off the wall from the velocity and the knobs dents the wall a bit. The locker room is then filled with a loud noise as Santiago slams the door shut behind him and Hunter holds onto his jaw.
Kevin: Are you okay?
Hunter: Yeah.
Kalb: Damn your match is soon, you ready?
Hunter: Fuck the match. I've got something else to take care of...
The scene begins to fade out as Hunter gets to his feet and charges out the door.
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